Can someone tell me if this makes any sense or is coherent at all because I wrote it late last night and whoa I don’t know man I don’t know
I JUST NEED A CONCLUSION THEN BOOM TOASTED MOTIVATE ME YA’LL
mmm whatcha say
This has nothing to do with anything people who follow this blog come here for lol this is just me talking about my ~*~*community or whatever
Gay
Whenever you think of me
A precious flower, left unseen
Well not exactly
Within a sea of ice I’ll bloom
And throughout time and space I grew
Ever since I met you
And although the wolf was bad
The times we had together
Were the best I’ve ever had
Now I’m trapped in parallels
I’m left to wonder if I’m
Still under your spell
How could I not be?
And now I’m left to, evermore
Imagine what we could explore
The Doctor and me
what if I started writing fanfiction what if
Okay, I’m going to come right out and say it: I don’t really know how I feel about the Hunger Games movie. Now, understandably, as much as I would have loved otherwise, for the sake of time a lot of the little things had to be cut. As far as film adaptations go, it was decent, and the makeup jobs were fantastic, but a lot of things seemed to fall through the cracks for me.
So today during history our little nook had a wonderful philosophical debate and it was really nice and stuff. I sort of got rubbed the wrong way a little, though. We were talking about religion and morals and whether or not they are inherently related, and I mentioned that I was an atheist. My friend asked me that if that were the case, how I was able to determine right from wrong.
See, that really confuses me. I don’t really see the connection between being a good person and being religious. In my opinion, the two aren’t mutually exclusive. I haven’t been to a church since I was eleven, and I’m not going out and stealing and cheating and whatnot. I can’t quite comprehend the belief that I need to follow a god in order to understand the concept of right and wrong. In my experience, attending church regularly doesn’t necessarily make you a wonderful person, and likewise goes to atheists being terrible because they don’t. Regardless, everyone has a different belief system and moral compass. Just because I don’t necessarily believe in a higher being, it doesn’t mean that there’s nothing holding me back from indulging in every selfish desire I can imagine. What’s holding me back is the fact that indulging yourself has consequences not only for yourself, but for others as well.
And the fact of the matter is, it’s not really a matter of from whence your morals come. The matter at hand is why these morals exist in the first place.
Whether you act a certain way because you’re fearful of the consequence, whether it concerns religion or the law or your peers, it essentially merits the same result: people that live by a moral code. It doesn’t really matter where it come froms. All that really matters is that you don’t go around slaughtering people just because you think there’s nothing inherently wrong with it.
This was his life now. A perpetual search for something that very well may not even exist. No. It’s got to be out there somewhere… While he himself wasn’t exactly certain what exactly “it” was, he knew for certain that it was out there. He was close. He had to be. Close to escape. Close to survivors. On the verge of salvation.
